[i]Treyman needed to be really careful with how he went about this shit - AntiMatter was as corrosive as it got, and one wrong shot could mean a swift death for both of the people there. He raised the gun and aimed it at the head of the brute, his hands swaying with the steps of the target as to account for his own personal movements. Down the scope he looked as he shifted the barrel to the left ever so slightly, so that the shot would hit the side of the head farthest from the person being carried and thus ensuring that there would be minimal collateral damage. Jack held his breath for a silent moment of clarity, before he pressed the trigger gently and the barrel kicked upwards with a shot of white. It soared through the air, slow enough to be seen but fast enough not to be heard by the brute until it was too late. It hit the side of his head, eating away at the yellowish flesh and making way for the brain as it corroded the skull in a matter of seconds and melted the shoulder of the brute with its droplets. He fell into a puddle of its own blood, leaving Sylvie's friend alive and on the ground in front of the now dead brute. "Let's move." [/i]